Monkeyboy wakes up in a terrible mood from his afternoon naps. Today was no exception. I offered him a gumball in the hopes that it would curb some of the squalling.
About twenty minutes later, he came back to me and said, "Gumball."
Noticing that his mouth was empty, I responded with, "No way dude, not until we find out where the last piece of gum went."
He shot me a grumpy look, so I decided to re-phrase my statement in a way I was sure he'd understand: "Monkeyboy, where did the other gumball go?"
He flashed me a grin and lifted up his shirt to expose his belly button, giving his tummy an emphatic pat.